"Lydia, do we really have to end up as enemies?" Quincy's voice faltered as he looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but coldness.

His heart grew colder with every passing second. How he longed for the past, when Lydia's gaze was filled with warm, fierce love, like the midday sun that wrapped him in its comforting heat. But now, everything had changed. Lydia gave a mocking smile. "This is the path you chose, Quincy. You made your decision, and now you want to backtrack? It's pointless. We're adults. You can't have it all."

The moment he chose to follow his mother's wishes and kept meeting with Tiffany, any hope for them was lost.

Lydia wasn't the type to tolerate her husband accepting a 'sister' from outside their marriage, and she certainly wouldn't stand by while her mother-in-law plotted to shove a mistress into her husband's life.

If someone wanted to live that life, they could but she wasn't going to make herself miserable for it.

I'll handle things with my mom. Can we just go back to

branch from a nearby tree, placing it in his hand. "Can you put this branch back where it came from? You can't. A broken mirror can't be fixed. We're done, Quincy. Take your little mistress and leave." She felt

desperately to his arm, using all her

go! You've been beaten up enough. Don't let them humiliate you anymore!" she cried out, clutching his leg as

after Lydia, worried that seeing this scene might reopen her wounds.

gate, only Quincy

to any lengths to drive a wedge between us, won't you?

I didn't want you to get hurt. Quincy, look at your face! You've been

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